This is my first attempt at a FFF. Kizz has been doing it for sometime…I’d just never had anything to post.

I do now! Things are blooming. I worked in my yard last Monday and made things pretty. This is where I gather with my friends. If you haven’t been here…you should. If you live elsewhere…we’ve gathered with you in mind. It’s magical.

So there’s that.

I have not walked the last two mornings. Just taking a wee break. I went to the theatre last night. local group doing Glengarry Glen Ross. It was really good! and FAST! I was outta there by 9:30! Gotta love that on a school night! I’ll get some activity in this weekend…working tomorrow then bartending an event. BY MYSELF! Woo Hoo! Sunday we start shooting the sketch comedy gig. I’ve been calling it The Sketch? no. that’s not the name. I’m a donkey. it’s called The Scene. close enough, eh? I’ve never filmed anything before so this will either be one of the funnest days of ever, as I’ll be with a group of fantastically creative people, most of whom I adore…or I’ll want to eat my toenails. Either way? good stories to come!

Have you seen any of the meteor shower that’s been happening this week? I haven’t been up late enough to catch any…maybe I will see some after the event tomorrow night. It just sounds spectacular…

That’s about it for me. My sore is going away…just in time for Monday night again. I fear this bootcamp. But this week? I’m doing what I can do. No more pushing to the extreme like last time. That was just my stupid exploding all over the place.

Here’s to Friday for you Normals! Enjoy this day! Dance a little this weekend! Gaze at some star showers! Never forget I love George Clooney!

I love early morning texts that say LETS SLEEP!

Fell asleep on the couch watching tv last night…so went on to the bed around 9:45in order to arise for the early morning walking. The alarm went off and I said, NO GANKS! Sent a quick text to Rach who immediatly concurred that we should sleep and man oh man it felt good! I just wish I could have the morning to snuggle with the cats and guzzle coffee and putz. I’m needing some putzing time…

Last night was my last free night…going to the theatre to see some of my friends in Glengarry Glen Ross tonight. Tomorrow is GIG (girls in the gazebo) Saturday I bartend, Sunday morning I start shooting the sketch comedy pilot at 10am. Hopefully that won’t take all dang day and I can come home and putz and futz that afternoon and evening…I’d like some pool time this weekend to just chill. Maybe that will happen. Maybe.

I’ve gulped the last of the coffee and dont have time to make more. That’s as good a motivater as any to get ready and go to work.

we have coffee there!

Happy Thursday yall!!!

8:35 and I haven’t showered yet. I’m not going to make it to lecture this morning…and that sucks. I walked this morning, 45 minutes around the lake, then stopped at the grocery to get some bananas. I dislike bananas but will eat them for the potassium which I clearly need. I’m walking like a 90 year old.

I got up in the night more than once and slathered Biofreeze on my legs and ate ibuprofen. That boot camp…I know it’s supposed to kick your ass, but clearly, I overdid it the first night. I’ll know better next week. This kind of incapacitating pain is ridiculous…and yeah, I know my fatass is completely out of shape but it’s going to get better. I just kind of all or nothing’d it Monday night. I was more afraid of what the others in the group would think about my lack of ability than truly thinking about my own body and what my limits were.

So my body said, Up Yours Suckaaaaaaah!

I’ve been having really good conversations lately with PseudoSis2, and with Rach while we’re walking…about trying to do too much. Putting too much on my schedule and then feeling so panicked and overwhelmed about it all. For example, Monday I had boot camp in Batshitcrazytown (45 minutes away) then comedy and a meeting for the sketch comedy thing I’m doing. I really felt the need to show up at comedy because the Redhead was headlining, and for all of the support bla bla bla. I had worked myself into a tizzy to the point of trying to back out of boot camp.

Luckily PS2 called me out on it and at that very point that I decided to bail on comedy and the meeting, I felt relief.

Again this morning. Not much sleep due to the sore factor, but up at 6 walking at 6:30. Two errands, back at the house with dishes and trash to deal with and I looked at the clock and had not even showered. Now. I could have rush rush rushed around and half assed it through the morning to the lecture…but I just decided. No. I’m going to deal with what’s on my plate here at home. and IMMEDIATELY I felt relief.

Putting myself back on the list. . . I kind of get it.

Elephantsoap talks of unitasking. Doing one thing to completion, and doing it well. I’m working on that. I am so wired for multitasking that it’s difficult for me to even sit through a movie anymore. ME. Having problems watching a movie at home! I’ve switched to tv shows on dvd because my attention span allows for that.

It’s interesting, isn’t it? What our focus is, how we manifest that in our lives? Are we all wound up so tightly that we feel this way? Is that what happened to the summer? How do you feel about this…and what do you do about it?

That’s it for me. I’m taking my coffee and going to the living room and watching some reruns of How I Met Your Mother and Big Bang Theory. People, if you aren’t watching these two shows, you are wasting your life. Mondays on CBS. Set to tape. You won’t feel bad about it one tiny bit. While I’m in there I’m going to do some abs with my new medicine ball…and streatch it out!

Huzzuah and Halakaleem and Happy Humping Day!

ps. I love George Clooney. Lookie! He’s doing squats too! Funnily enough, that’s the same face I make when I do them.

seriously.
sitting to pee was allllllmost impossible. I actually considered hovering and just aiming for the best but…well it felt good to sit once I finally got down there.

fraggle rock I’m sore.

I did go walk tonight. 30 minutes on the trail at the lake, then did about 20 minutes of abs/plank/some other shit for the abs. It kind of felt good do stretch it out. Went and bought a medicine ball, probably too heavy but 6lbs was the smallest they had and it was in my head that I was getting one tonight and getting one THERE. so I did. whatevs.

I came home and grilled some talapia and some portobella mushrooms. Thanks to Elephantsoap I know what to soak them in and holycrappiedoodle thems was goooooood groceries! I felt healthy. Had some cold cantelopue and some steamed broccoli. This will be a good night to be single. . . on account of:

sooooo…what else? I’m sore. But treating myself to a glass of wine to relax. Getting up and walking at the crack of ass, aka 6:30 tomorrow morning. But Zelda, you ask, Isn’t tomorrow your late day?

Yes gentle readers. Yes it is. But we have the lead colorist from Sassoon’s in LA here teaching this week and just found out that we stylists are allowed to attend lecture. FREE. SO I’m in. Our company has spent 30 thousand dollars to bring this education to our teachers at the school. Who will then trickle it down to us. It’s a great opportunity for some free education. and seeing’s how my prices go up in another month, I’m all about finding reasons to justify it. SO. Up and at’em early bird style.

it better not gosh danged rain.

Bootcamp started last night. It was very much like this:
I got sucked into going to Batshitcrazytown by PseudoSis3 for an hour of intense forms of cruel and unusual punishment. PseudoSis2 was right there with me…sprints. lunges. squats. running…and we were lucky because it was stormy so there was wind and just a titch of humidity. Not the 100 degrees that the car said on the drive out there. Yeah, it’s outside. After it was over, I felt good. as with all forms of physical exercise…but damn gina. I thought I was gonna vomit a few times during…

It’s two days a week but because PS2 and I work late on Wednesdays we can only go once for now. Five weeks. We’ll see how we do! I went and bought scales last night. The bitchy brand. everything they tell me is hateful. But whatever. I’ve got them right in front of the fridge.

I was going for my walk around the lake this morning, got up extra early to add the 15 minutes, so that we walk an hour each morn…KaBam! Thunder. Lightening. Rain. flop. So here I sit, periodically stretching out the sore from last night, with one kitty asleep in the hall, on kitty asleep on my bed under the fan, and one kitty here on my lap drooling. This is burning calories, right?

I did about two hours of yard work yesterday too. My backyard was out of control, so it took some effort to mow. Got out the weed eater and used all the string in it so went to pulling stuff out by hand. Chopped down a rose bush that was RIGHT BY my a/c unit. chopped an out of control bush back a bit. From the looks of it you’d never know what I do for a living…oy. It looks good out there though. Feels good to have it done.

Ok well…I feel like I have more to say, other than I’m sore, and Sammy’s drooling on my lap…apparently I don’t. I’m going to go make my lunch and get ready for the working. Must be there early today. It’s the last book club meeting. Can I get an AMEN from the congregation?

Happy Tuesday ya’ll! Huzzuah and Halakaleem and I love George Clooney! (this is the face I made throughout most of the book club (upon rereading I meant to say bootcamp but actually i make this face during book club too). he sympathizes with me….bless his heart!)

it was the most amazing of days…

the Little Ringo was surrounded. surrounded by 26 some odd family members and friends. It was crazy windy and the lake was white capping like the English Channel. These 8 year olds had to swim 50 yards, bike 2 miles then run 500 yards…or something like that. Gah.
whatever. I would have turned my bike to the nearest IHOP and said Eff This. with both hands.

she, however did not.

Her mom went over right before the race started (swimming part first) and she turned to her and said, “will you LEAVE ME ALONE? I’m about to DO THIS

Ringo had the goosebumps.
Hawk and I had the tears.

and it stayed that way throughout.

We ran to the transition stops. We screamed through each turn. We held signs and waved hands and wiped more tears.

and in the end…there were screams. and shouts. and high fives. and amazement…

and I was witness to a moment that was not mine to witness…yet there I was. Right smack in the middle…trying to ignore the fact I was there…
but after it was done. after there were hugs and pictures and rejoycing from all sides of this crazy mixed up fractured and put back together again familial group…there was Ringo. Holding onto Hawk with all his might. Uttering the words…

I Love You.

and I thought to myself…

now THATS a family.

in the simplest of terms, the most convenient definitions…

Family.

The Littlest Ringo is competing in the Iron Kids Triathalon this morning. I’ve got but a few minutes before I have to motor out to the lake to participate in cheering on the 8 year old wonder kid.

EIGHT YEARS OLD…and kids? she’s lookin to win.

I’m inspired by her. I’m inspired by the support of her family. I’m inspired by her father who will unabashadly tear up at the topic.

It’s gonna be a GREAT DAY!!!!

It’s GO TIME Little Ringo!!!!

We took a hit this week folks. The death of John Hughes hit me like a ton of bricks. Bigger blow than Michael or Farrah or any of the others that checked out this summer. The Facebook is alive and gurgling with status updates full of lines from his movies. He touched not just us, Generation X, but those that came before us what had to run out and rent/buy the vhs tape as soon as it came out so their child would shut the hell up. It touched those that came after us, thanks to being forced to watch while their older siblings/cousins/aunts/uncles were watching it and wouldn’t remove said VHS tape from tv and relinquish the remote control that was connected with a wire to the machine.

Joe sent me this link on The Facebook yesterday. Go. Read. I don’t think any of us could have a better eulogy.

Many tribute marathons are in order. I’m sure there will be a gathering of the Brat Pack captured somewhere on the tv…give me a heads up when it happens. I don’t want to miss it.

Blur.
It’s been a blur. I realize that it’s only been two days since I did it…but man oh man. Everyone is asking how’d it go? What did I think? Did people laugh? Do I want to do it again?

and kids, let me just say I had a blast. It’s been awhile since I conquered a big ass fear. I felt like a super power of some sort. Conquering Girl. Purple cape please. It was the biggest crowd that they’d ever had at the Speakeasy, save possibly once for the improv guys. I had an amazing following there. People came from all parts of my life and that was…better than anything.

One of my salon gals video’d me on her iphone an I watched some of it yesterday. Some of it. Hyper critical.

Yes people laughed. But the audience was my tribe. so objectively…was it funny? would it play to a group of strangers? I doubt it. I don’t know. It played Monday. Yes, I had fun. I had a blast. I love being onstage. I love being able to be loose and fast with the audience.

I was a little too loose and not nearly fast enough. Twenty five minutes. It should have never gone on that long. I’m stuck on that fact. there was a lot of ambient noise coming out of my face that didn’t need to be there. But…(don’t tell me, I already know. it was my first time. enjoy it. . .and I am.) if I do this again, there will be shaving and tightening the likes of prom night.

Which brings me to the big ? am I doing this again.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Maybe.
This was a big thing to get through. I need to simmer in it and see what I think about it. I’m not convinced that this is the format for me, really. But maybe.

I’m working now, on a TV pilot. The Sketch is what it’s called, lots of sketch comedy, lot’s of it written by The Vegan. He’s again, inspiring in the talent. I want to try my hand at writing sketch. I want to continue to work on writing…SOMETHING of substance. of presence. And right now, the inside of my brain has gone from looking like the ticket booth at Yankee stadium on the last game of the season, to looking like the inside of Brittany spears head.

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i got nuthin.

All in all, it was an amazing, fabulous, fulfilling, accomplishing, conquering night. I’m so glad I did it. I’m ready for the next phase of TNBT…because I feel like I opened the door to it on Monday.

Tonight Dad comes back. He’s spraying my yard again. Killing that pretty green lushness that I’ve learned are weeds. crabgrass. damnit. I am going to try to work on the reunion, learn my phone, see a play, have some facetime with Gert and Co. watch Lil Ringo in her triathlon on Sunday…my life is full. But it’s full of wonder and love and fabulousness. It really really is.

And when you are underwater for awhile, and resurface…it’s nice to resurface into a place so awesome*

Happy Humping Day! Huzzuah and Halakaleem and I love George Clooney!

*i miss How I Met Your Mother. I want TV back!!

Survivor.
that’s what I am.

You guys…I DID IT! and I think…think it went well. Frankly, it is a total blur. the crowd was amazing. SO SUPPORTIVE! Support was coming at me from the entire universe, and I felt it and I took it and I had fun!

I have to go to work now. I’ll be back later with details…tonight I have a read through for the tv show I’m working on…so hold tight…and watch this and do a little dancing today!